CHAPTER 3: Morning….
From the gradually increasing but low intensity December morning light, Hermione, who had been dozing, judged it to be about 8am or just after, some traces of the nights darkness still evident in the darker shady areas around the tent. When she did move her head a little to point out of the bed area into the tent, she could just make out the warm froth of her breath misting in the freezing cold air. The overnight temperature had dropped to -8C outside, only about three degrees warmer under their canvas roof. 'Thank goodness for all these blankets and you!' were her thoughts as she snuggled up to him even more. She slightly stretched her neck to peer over his shoulder, could see their scattered and now frozen stiff clothing lying on the tent floor. But there was no sign of what she was looking for.
"Shit! Where's my wand? I thought I dropped it near the bed."
Hermione slid an arm from the bed to feel around the bedclothes but to no avail…no wand. Then she grimaced and hurriedly pulled her arm back under the covers.
"Merlin's pants, it's bloody freezing. I am NOT going out there. I'm starkers and I am not getting cold again. Why can't you wake up now and be your usual chivalrous self and offer to go look for my wand!" Then she had a very naughty thought:
'You are starkers as well. If you got out of bed I could have a better look at you and YOUR wand….Hmmm!'
Then she very quietly giggled to herself at her thoughts.
'Don't go THAT route again Hermione! It took you long enough to doze off earlier thinking about THAT without you starting it up all over again. Hot and bothered is not the order of the morning. Getting your poxy wand and getting decent is!' And she moved a bit to try and extricate herself from their embrace.
"OOOOHHH! OH Shit…WHUUUUUH!"
Hermione just knew that she had gone seriously blush pink, deep pink.
'He's….he's…..oh, Merlin! He's got a…oohhhh!'
The feeling of something that hadn't been there earlier brushing against her hip and groin made her thoughts go electric and her lower abdomen to turn somersaults. She looked at him, expecting his deep green eyes to be wide open and looking at her but he was still asleep.
'How…how….but he's asleep! How can he…it…be like this! He's asleep for Merlin's sake!'
As a mixture of puzzlement, excitement, wonder and naughty thoughts ran riot through her brain, one stray, random thought came to the forefront, something that she had both read and heard her other Hogwarts dorm mates giggle about without really comprehending what it was…
'Morning Wood…!' Now it dawned on Hermione what it clearly meant!
'He's got an erection and he's still asleep! How am I going to get out of this? Shit …..how ….it's …it's….Merlin's pants Hermione! Every other bloody witch in Hogwarts, and a fair few others, would jump at this chance and you are thinking on how to get out of it! You know you love him, for fuck's sake. Take the chance. You will never have a better one!'
Hermione, now well and truly awake and her brain, and other parts, in full overdrive mode.
Hermione didn't move to get out of bed, she lay next to him about an inch from him, looking across at him, this bo..young man, that had been her best, greatest, closest friend for all these six-plus years, that was her knight in shining armour, her saviour from many a scrape, who she totally adored and….loved.
'No Hermione! No! Don't go this route. You can't. Not now. You can't even be thinking this! You have been thinking that maybe you and Ron might be…..but he's gone! Left you and….Merlin! He is so cute when he's asleep. He is so…fuck! He is gorgeous with his glasses on but without them…Oh shit!...Oh shit! No Hermione! No! You can't…you can't….you…..well….well maybe just a peek. He's still well asleep…he won't know. And anyway, you had more than a look last night, hell, you saw ALL of him close up and you were shoving yourself up against him. Ah, but it was dark. But this time it will give you some idea what he looks like….hell, Hermione, stop being such a bloody prude! It will give you a good look at what he..it..looks like when it's…well…bigger! !After all, it was you that stripped him naked last night and got him into bed in the first place and then you followed the same way! You have been lying with him for hours, draped all over him and snuggled up with him. He's…he's…your best friend. He will understand…..he knows what your like….you need to know stuff…..he knows that. Yeah! It's a knowledge thing. Yeah! That's what it is! Not everything can be learned from a book. Sometimes you need to be….. practical! That's the word…practical….like an experiment or potion….or in Herbology, hands on…Oh yeah!...OH YEAH! Hands on! …. Stop analysing Hermione! Just go for it! OK, Hermione. You either stop now or whatever you do next will change everything…..'
Hermione was so much more aware of their nakedness now than she had ever been. She eased her right leg upwards and so moved her thighs even further apart.
'OK Hermione. Next move!' as she lifted the covers up from their bodies and she looked down over him to his….
"OOOHHHHH!..." 'Keep bloody quiet, Hermione!...Oh, Merlin. That's….that's….if the girls in Hogwarts could only see this! Bloody hell, Harry. When did your body get all grown up and muscled. I realised you had got taller last night when I was dragging and lifting you, but the muscles…Fuck, you're a hunk! You weren't like this even a few weeks ago when I last saw you without your shirt!..."
"MMMMMMHHHUUUUU!" A groan of someone showing the first signs wakening came from the person lying beside her. Then a stretching of the legs, and the hips, causing a Hermione to gasp as she felt something other than his hips bump against her groin. Hermione moved her hand and let the covers down, she quickly draped herself over him in the position she had held for most of the night, feigning sleep. She felt him move, his body raising slightly and then down again, then a slight movement to the left, then another raising of the body.
'Oh!...OOHH!...if he moves any more he will be in me….'. Hermione was very aroused herself, but to save some serious embarrassment she had no choice but to move her hand down and grasp the head of his erection and move it up between their bodies. Her eyes were wide as she did so and she couldn't help but slide her whole hand over his cock and feel him, human nature and instinct taking over as she stroked him up and down, more than once.
'Fuck! It's getting bigger!...How does this fit in…me?' She stopped her hand movements, as over the next couple of minutes she watched his face, the movement of the eyes under their eyelids gradually becoming more active.
'Ok, Harmione. You will have to run with it, take charge.' She thought. 'You know you put us in this situation for the right reasons so don't let it seem some tawdry, dirty thing that we are in this bed like this. (Oh I wish it was!)'.
So, deciding that waking him herself would be the correct way to go about this, she gently began to move her hand over his chest, with just a gentle nudge or two.
"Harry….. Harry. Wake up. You're safe…we're safe. We're in the tent, in bed. …. We're ok, love."
('Huh! Love? Where did that come from, Hermione! He is NOT your love….well, not yet anyway.')
"Harry…Harry….."
"Her…Hermione?" came the husky, slightly croaky voice from him.
"Yes Harry, it's Hermione. We're safe Harry. We're ok. The Horcrux, it's gone Harry. It's gone. We destroyed it."
As she watched him, his eyes slowly opened, staring at the roof of the tent. Then slowly his head came around to his right and he looked at her, then a small smile creased his lips.
"Hello you. How's things?"….and he tried to raise his head. He stopped that manoeuvre almost immediately and let out a quiet groan of pain, his head dropping back to the pillow. "Oohhhch! That hurt. That really hurt…Ouuuch! Oh shit, my head hurts and my throats on fire…so dry. And my chest. It feels like a bludger hit it."
"I'm not surprised. What you did last night….it was….it was something amazing Harry. The agony that you were in last night, the ice and the pond, you were freezing and struggling to breathe…yet you were still able to overcome it all and get the Sword from the pond, to reassure me…to still give me the courage and instructions to get me to…to…."
"Hermione! I remember. The Sword, you struck the locket with the Sword…but there was something else…shapes and figures…bodies…..and his voice! And the pond! …I was stuck in the pond, couldn't breathe, couldn't breathe…..Hermione, was it you who got me out? I…I…"
"Yes Harry. I managed to get you out and you still had the Sword in your grasp. But…Oh, Harry…I..I was so worried…you weren't breathing…you were soaking wet and freezing….I'm sorry if your chest hurts, Harry. I think that was me. I was afraid that you were dying….choking on all the water from the pond and the Horcrux round your neck; I sort of….got angry…and panicked a bit…I hit you, punched you hard on the chest….but then you threw up a lot of water and weed and stuff…and you told me what to do. You were..you were incredible Harry!"
Hermione moved so her face was above his, looked directly into his eyes, put her right arm over his body to his opposite shoulder. This necessitated her body coming over his, raising up so that she was clearly above him with her breasts on show to his eyes.
"You so scare the shit out of me at times Harry. You are a real pain in the arse and you drive me nuts!...But I have fallen for you Harry James Potter. Fallen for you big time. I love you so much, from the bottom of my heart."
And she lowered her lips to his and kissed him, pushing her lips hard to his and staying there for a good number of seconds, before she moved off, allowing them both to breathe. Harry's look of surprise at the kiss suddenly made him aware of other things that were a bit different from the normal in the bed: He and Hermione were actually IN the bed together, when he looked down from Hermione's face under the covers he saw Hermione's boobs, then the realisation that he and Hermione were wearing nothing at all, let alone that he felt…hard!
"Hermione. How come we are in bed together naked and how in Merlin's name did I get here!?"
Hermione blushed, then knew she had to bring Harry up to date about the rest of what happened the previous evening.
"Harry, how much can you see right now, without your glasses?"
"Not a lot from about 2' onwards…but your not 2' away, so I can see…enough!"
"OOH! …Eh,Harry, how much do you remember from last night?"
"Eh….I was in agony Hermione, my head and neck. It's all a bit sketchy….but…I remember you hitting the locket with the Sword of Gryffindor, some sort of misty stuff emerging from it and shapes of bodies forming but I couldn't make them out. And Voldemort's voice saying stuff about your parents. And the pain…the pain when He came out of the locket….it was excruciating. I could feel my energy draining from me, like my magic was being sucked out of me. But…..I spoke to you, I think. Something about that Horcrux part of Voldemort needing a new host…you had to hit it again, the locket. You had to ensure that the Horcrux was fully destroyed…..then….I can't remember anything after that….just the pain and the cold….so cold….then nothing till now."
"You were unconscious Harry. I had to…"
